Pinky Promise Me
We’re done. Three months has flown by and I’ve said goodbye
to everyone who now owns a piece of my heart. Whenever you do something like
this you always ask, “Am I really making a difference? Have I wasted my time
here?” I was asking that. Then I got my answer.
“I’m sad.” I looked down at Manjunah. He had muttered it the
first time, so I asked, “What?” He repeated it again a little louder but never
looked up at me. “Because we’re leaving?” I asked. He leaned his head on me as
he nodded. “But I’m coming to...